She gone with the man in the long black coat...

Crickets are chirping the water is high 
Theres a soft cotton dress on the line hanging dry 
Windows wide open African trees 
Bent over backward from a hurricane breeze 

Not a word of goodbye not even a note 
She gone with the man in the long black coat 

Somebody seen him hanging around 
At the old dance hall on the outskirts of town 
He looked into her eyes when she stopped him to ask 
If she wanted to dance he had a face like a mask 

Somebody said from The Bible he quote 
There was dust on the man in the long black coat 

Preacher was a talking theres a sermon he gave 
He said every mans conscience is vile and depraved 
You cannot depend on it to be your guide 
When its you who must keep it satisfied 

It aint easy to swallow it sticks in the throat 
To give her heart to the man in the long black coat 

There are no mistakes in life some people say 
And its [bad word] sometimes you can see it that way 
Well people dont live or die people just float 
She went with the man in the long black coat 

Theres smoke on the water its been there since June 
Tree [bad word] uprooted neath the high crescent moon 
With a pulse and vibration and [bad word] force 
Someone is out there beating on a dead horse 

She never said nothing there was nothing she wrote 
She gone with the man in the long black coat